I'm going in for surgery today to get my wisdom teeth removed. I am not looking forward to it much, but I guess at least once I have it done it will be over, and I shouldn't have to worry about my wisdom teeth beyond then. Right?...
Most I just worry about being completely anesthetized. Last time I had oral surgery, I had a some weird reaction to the drugs and I started punching and kicking into the air, and inadvertently hit some doctors and nurses in the process. While I find that kind of amusing in my own twisted sense of humor, I also note that I was a lot younger then and a lot less powerful. If I started throwing punches today, somebody's bound to get hurt. Last time, I was the only one who really got hurt: I had bruises all over my body from the restraints they had to use and from the IV wriggling all over my arm.
I might pass out when I see them put in the IV needle. I'm such a baby about these sorts of things.
In all honesty, it should probably go fairly smoothly, and I'll just be drugged up for several days and have cheeks like a chipmunk. I'm still not exactly sure what I'll even be able to eat...
Well, here's to hoping for the best.
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